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Saanvi Sep 2024
A beautiful day in September,
The air is breathing yellow,
Painting the leaves golden
with each exhale.
Hues of autumn are unfolding
Warmth and tenderness intertwine,
With sunlight spreading on tree branches.
There's merry laughter in the hamlets,
Their laughter merges
with the sunshine laughing.
It is a reflection of
September's joy.
Somewhere the song of summer is ending,
But what a gift it is to be able to live
In September's warmth,
it protects me
From all sadness.
I wrote this as an ode to the beauty of autumn though my favorite season is summer😊
Fall
Poem by me
Face so cold
Best to stay inside for the moment
Beath Deeply
Realizeing the days are longer
The nights are shorter
Watch as it rains
Finally a reason for all this waiting with every full touch and red blood boiling
Reality seeking in
That fall is soon over
neth jones Aug 2024
warm deluge has passed          
concrete smells steam                
wading the dystopic streets      
my child squeals                        
(cooled rain dripped from a tree)
june 2024 - tanka influenced
swells and streams
duck Aug 2024
snow is pretty.
why?
because
it falls from the sky
and pause
when it lies on the ground
i get drowned
in the endless white
where the light
ceased to exist
<3
anonymous Aug 2024
delicate petals unfold
and swallows swoop and glide
in a dance of new beginnings
as the earth breathes
a gasp of renewal
and green stretches
from beneath the cold grey

each bud
is a promise
each raindrop
a melody
and the sun
wraps its arms
around the world
lifting shadows
with gentle warmth

as hope blooms
in every corner
i grow with the flowers
learning to bloom
in the season of becoming
as spring whispers
softly through the trees
Unpolished Ink Aug 2024
Ploughed fields and tractor churning
yarrow, nettle, stubble burning
signs of a year at summers turning
blackberry, bracken, meadow sweet
showing the season is almost complete
chiff-chaff, pipit, pecking crows
bring high summer to an early close
Norman Crane Aug 2024
july reaching's still to august,
whose days in general be more modest,
and september blowths the future cool,
june's present's past's hot-headed fool.
fawn Aug 2024
Jack
You have bested me again
Winter
With your cleaver endeavour
grasping on with your frost-bitten hands
Awaken sun and spite the cold
Warm the day and colourise the flowers
Make them beautiful bright and bold
Run through the trees
Awaken the flora
Ring spring throughout the land
Tell Winter their work is done
Now begone
The world is in my command
To those who seek me, I will come
Find me in the morning due
With blooming buds and vibrant hues, I'll paint the world anew
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